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Literary Editor - - - - - - -- Kenneth Cameron
Assistant Literary Editor- ------- Mary Ryan
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Athletics (Girls) -------- Katherine Davis
Art Editor ___------. Muriel Anderson
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TABLE of COTITETITS
Ether-Wave Music ________ 3
Crowds ---------- 3
It May Be Called Trite - - 4
Trials of a Student _ _ _ .. _ _ _ _ 5
A Forgotten Tune -------- 6
Ode to Departure ________ 6
A Sonnet ---------- Q
The Oregon Trial ________ 7
Imprints On The Western Plain ----- 8
Benediction _________ 10
Class Poem --------- 12
Class History - - - - - - - - -13
Class Will ---------- 15
Class Prophecy --------- 17
Class Pictures --------- 20
TRACK PICTURES -------- 35
UNDER THE WHITE CUPOLA ------ 36
EL ESPANOL - - 37
LE FRANCES --------- 39
EXCHANGES --------- 41
ATHLETICS - - - - - - - - - - 42
TO OTHER LANDS - 45
Professor Leon Theremin gave
a recital of his ether-wave music
in Carnegie Hall on March second.
He has given several public demon-
strations heretofore, and now
plans a recital tour. He played
Tschaikowsky, Schumann, Bach,
Handel, Schubert, Raphael, and
others, utilizing four instruments
and instrumentalists in combina-
tion and separately.
Facing an instrument which
resembles a radio receiving set,
Professor Theremin makes passes
with his hands and evokes music
on his higher-pitched instrument
corresponding in tone to that pro-
duced by the violin. Here for the
first time we have an instrument
for the making of music without
the usual accessories of strings,
horsehair, reeds, and the like.
Professor Theremin states that it
is comparatively easy to play.
One wonders what influence on
the musical world these instru-
ments would have if they were
manufactured a la Ford at reason-
able prices. Would they tend to
displace such instruments as the
violin? In order to play upon the
average instrument, particularly
upon the violin, the player must
expend hours and hours upon
technic. This has been the Water-
loo of thousands who have essayed
to explore the musical seas. If this
obstacle could be removed, if the
reformer could express his crav-
ing for music at once, what would
be the result?
It would seem that such an in-
strument would find a ready sale.
The modern trend is to make the
acquisition of knowledge and skill
as painless as possible. We have
always felt that, for music to have
a real meaning to people, they
should participate in making it,
thereby exercising the ego. One
of the reasons for the wide-spread
use of the automobile is the fact
that anyone can learn to drive one.
And that much of the pleasure of
riding is in driving cannot be de-
nied. Therefore an instrument
that anyone can play upon might
prove a boon to music.
H. Beauregard '30
At the fashionable resorts, one
sees them, eager, restless people
in search of that intangible thing,
Pleasure. With their faultless
speech, impeccable dress, and lux-
urious environment, they aptly
typify the often-scorned yet in-
fluential wealthy class. Crowds of
them, ineffective and selfish. They
throng to the famous watering-
places of Europe, to the vast
stretches of sandy beaches lined
with lounging, sun-tanned idlers,
to the cool, green mountains, and
to the white-capped Alps.
Crowds of them, slovenly women,
indolent men, and unkempt chil-
dren; they are found in the stuffy
tenements overflowing with hu-
manity. They exist in the slums
of every city, with barely room to
move, slouching along the squalid
pavements. The average individ-
ual recoils from them, — yet they
are happy. Here French rubs
shoulders with Russian, Italian
laughs with the jocular Irish.
There are no barriers such as
nationality and creed to these
people. They mingle with perfect
equanimity in their crowds.
Crowds of little children, ra-
diant and laughing, smelling fresh-
ly of clean soap and water, playing
in a broad, shady park. Their high-
pitched, clear voices ring out as
they jostle one another, or tumble
on the soft grass. Fond mothers
gather on benches to keep sruard
and chat with neighbors. These
cherubic youngsters form as pleas-
ing and colorful picture as would
delight the eye of any Raphael.
Throngs of women, perspiring,
weary, tired, petulant, clamoring
around a much-advertised bargain
counter. With wild animal in-
stinct, they shove each other ruth-
lessly, snatching and discarding
the articles on the table. Large,
bulky ladies with wheezy move-
ments push and elbow their way
closer. Angular persons squeeze
into incredibly small openings,
amid groans and muttered phrases.
Exasperated salesgirls hurry to
and fro, answering endless in-
quiries, counting change, and ex-
changing misfitting garments. The
hot, stuffy atmosphere reeks with
nerve-wracked, fatigued humanity.
At the theatres, in dance halls,
on streets, at bridge parties, on the
boulevards, one sees them. Crowds,
some pleasing to see, some excit-
ing curiosity, some repellant,
some pitiable. All members of one
great Fraternity, all under one
Solitude, which poets often
eulogize, is all very well at times,
but it may be depressing and even
terrifying. There is something
about a crowd, vivid, pulsating
with life, that attracts like a mag-
nate. There is a feeling of com-
panionship and freedom when
mingling with a crowd, to feel that
everything is alive, to have every
nerve tingling with anticipation.
They are found everywhere, of
every race, — crowds.
E. Harriet Donlevy 30
IT MAYBE CALLED
"I'm on the shelf, saving myself
Alas! and alack a day! How
weary the hours are. How dreary
everything looks to me. How true
are the words, "Pride goeth before
a fall." For I have fallen, ah yes,
fallen so low that I fear I can
never rise again. Lying here, day
after day, no one noticing me,
nobody caring whether I am here
or not. And but a year ago, I was
at the height of my popularity.
How I was sought ! By kings, presi-
dents, and beautiful princesses.
They came miles to see me. The
papers were filled with my exploits,
and I was happy. Happy — what
an empty-sounding word that is
now to me ! I am filled to overflow-
ing with words — but what empty
words they are now, to what they
might have been. Lying here, I
have had a chance to think things
over, and it all comes back in a
rush, that evening in the royal
palace in a small country in
I was lying on the beach in the
park thinking of my visit to this
delightful spot with the lovely
Princess Vera. Lovely did not de-
scribe her. Her beauty was ethe-
real ; a tall, slender, willowy girl,
golden-haired, and blue-eyed — she
seemed to me the lovliest girl in
the world, but of course I could not
tell her so. Was she not a princess?
She was sitting on the grass by
me, with her hands clasped in her
lap, and her eyes fixed unseeingly
ahead of her. She did not need me,
so I settled back in comfort, con-
tent to watch her. Presently I saw
her lift her head, and fling back
the mass of rippling curls with
one white, slender hand. Her eyes
were intent on a small foot-path,
leading into the forest. Suddenly
she was on her feet in one supple,
graceful movement, poised and
eager. I looked toward the path,
and saw emerging from the cool,
green woods, a tall, slim giant of
a boy. He was as dark as Vera was
fair, with a look of love and fealty
in his eyes. I wondered — .
"Have you the message?" asked
the Princess in her low, melodious
voice. "Give it to me." She stretch-
ed one hand to him.
She had forgotten me and he
did not realize that I was there,
so I decided to be an extremely in-
The lad made a deep obeisance.
"Dear Princess — I have failed !" he
said in a low tone.
"Failed?" the word rang through
the quiet of the summer afternoon,
in a tone of mingled horror and
The boy bowed his handsome,
"Failed," he repeated quietly.
"Oh, Gaylord ! have you failed
me, too?" Sobs shook the slim
figure, and she covered her quiver-
ing face with her two, slender
"Princess Vera — " began the
youth leaning toward her.
She stood up suddenly, regally
"Go!" She spoke but the single
word with such a world of scorn
and disgust in her voice, that the
lad turned pale, and, making an-
other deep obeisance, vanished
through the trees.
In an abandon of misery, she
threw herself on the mossy grass.
Suddenly she leaped nimbly to her
feet and came toward my seat.
"You can help me — you — ," she
cried in her thrilling, husky tones
and snatched me into her arms.
Then she set off across the field,
taking me along with her.
Coming to a small house, she
knocked on the door and cried,"'Tis
"Enter," said a sad voice, and
we complied at once.
"I have brought "Magnolia"
with me, to cheer you up, darling,"
said the Princess, tenderly kissing
the old lady's withered cheeks.
I began to feel foolish. Was this
all Princess Vera had been making
the fuss about? Was this —
Why, here comes a girl who
looks exactly like Princess Vera —
it is she! Will she look? Will she
know me? She does — ! She's com-
ing this way with Jenkins — she is !
She is speaking !
"I am looking for a certain book,
I forget the name, but the cover is
white — with magnolia blossoms on
it. The author? Let me see. John
— Jone — a simple name — I have it
— John Smith — yes, John Smith."
"Here it is, Madame," said
Jenkins. 'Magnolia' is the name."
She ran her finger quickly thro-
ugh the pages, until she came to
this, "To Vera — with love — from
"This is my book!" she cried.
The words to a song popped into
my head at this minute — "I'm on
the shelf, saving myself for you."
Yes, it's true, I'd been saving
myself for this without knowing it,
but now — now — Life is pretty
good, even if you are only a book.
Margaret Brown '30
TRIALS OF A STUDENT
"What do you say, Alec? Will
you go to the show with me to-
night? You can do your book re-
port some other time, after the
show, for instance."
"Say, brother, who do you think
I am, the Prince of Nighthawks?
I have to get up tomorrow morn-
ing at four-thirty in case you don't
"Oh, you should worry. To-
morrow is Friday and you can
sleep from eight P. M. to ten A. M.,
er-that is, if you aren't stepping
out. You know what I mean?"
"Yeh, but this blooming, blasted
book report. I just got the book
this afternoon. A five-pointer with
four hundred and ninety-seven
pages — and it's due tomorrow.
Oh, I'd like to invent a form of
punishment for that English
teacher. Just for spite, I'm going
to the show."
"That's the way to talk, old man.
Come on, it's quarter of eight now,
and we'll miss half of the first pic-
We now drop in at Alec's home
just after he has come in. Chuckl-
ing to himself over the comedy
that he has just seen, he is seen
lying on his bed gazing at page
twenty-six of the "Biography of
Ivan Zavanovich." Ten minutes
later he has advanced three pages
backwards to the picture of Ivan's
daughter opposite page twenty-
three. Having gazed at Ivan's
daughter and admired her beauty
for all of half an hour, Alec de-
cides that it would be much more
comfortable to undress and get in-
to bed where he can lie on his back
and proceed with the torture of
This he did, but, having read for
a while, the softness of his bed and
the peculiar actions of his eyelids
finally overcame his ability to read
longer. Through the air shot a
black streak; this was the Biogra-
phy which finally met opposition
when it tried to penetrate the wall,
the result being a well-bent book
cover. Also through the air came
a volley of words which do not
belong to the English language.
And finally through the air came
the distinctive snore, which sound-
very much like a train passing
through a tunnel.
Alec slept for three hours and
twenty-six minutes when there
was heard in the dark, mysterious
atmosphere the penetrating ring
of the little round alarm clock.
There was another series of mis-
used nouns, verbs, adjectives, and
every other part of speech in the
English language, plus a few more
which we shall not mention just
now. These were hurled at the
alarm clock which, of course, could
not be blamed for waking him up,
because he, himself, had set it.
Five hours later Alec was writ-
ing a very lengthy book report in
the English class. He filled two
pieces of paper and half of another
with his knowledge of forty pages
of the book and the brief index.
Laboriously he completed the last
topic on the outline.
VI Opinion of the Book?
"The bodk is very interesting
and it is a pleasure to read it. Ivan
Zavanovich is a very interesting
character, and he did many noble
things throughout his glorious
F. Whiting '30
A delicate memory of the past —
A dream lost among dreams.
N. P. Sears '30
A FORGOTTEN TUNE
Slowly I close my eyes,
Softly the velvet black
Holds me —
Drifting. . .
Softly down my street of dreams
A forgotten tune —
Never have I heard music blown so
Now it touches my cheek,
Daintily blows on my eyes — my
So close to me.
Now far away — I've lost it!
No, it's close again,
Soft, so very soft — I shall sleep
ODE AT DEPARTURE
Edifice of understanding ! to whom
Enshrined within thy stately walls
/We've humbly looked for guidance ;
We found knowledge, omnipres-
Your legacy of learning we accept,
And place within our hearts for
To you who set our course aright,
We'll look, in years to come,
With eyes alight with admiration.
You moulded, from a shapeless
A mind, the navigator of the soul,
Within whose reash may rest
That oft-sought, ye seldom-gained
Will o' the Wisp, that men call
If glory is our goal, and we achieve
Its heights, to you we'll give all
For, 'tis toward you, the friend
To whom all eyes should turn.
As epithets, tho' flowing o'er with
Can not convey our love, we'll say :
As youths we've loved, as adults
We shall thank and praise you,
When, with quickened pulse, we
Our thoughts toward you, our
H. Geary '30
The lakes and hills are permanent :
Their beauty rivals all.
The gallant oaks and stately pines
Live on through ages long.
The ocean, with the ceaseless roll
Of wave upon the shore,
Eternally does ebb and flow,
Through darkness and through
And so, through numbered years,
Prove true and worthy sons.
The lessons we have learned, of
Allegiance, guidance, health,
Will help us all with strength to
And benefit Mankind.
K. Farnell '30
SUBMITTED FOR THE AMERICAN LEGION PRIZE
From the seventy-six papers submitted by the Senior history class,
the staff considered these tivo most ivorthy of publication.
THE OREGON TRAIL
(An Historical Essay)
What was the Oregon Trail?
That is the first question that con-
fronts the student who seeks in-
formation upon this subject.
To the non-imaginative, mechan-
ical, narrow-minded being, it is but
a customary route that certain im-
migrants traversed on their way
to the West : — a trail that led from
Westport on the Missouri River,
along the Kansas, Platte, and
Sweet Water Rivers into the
Let us put aside this narrow,
contracted view, and turn to the
version of the imaginative, pensive,
far-sighted man; the idealist, — a
person like a painter who sees
beauty in such commonplace oc-
currences as a sunset or a child
nestled in his mother's fond em-
brace. In his sight the Oregon Trail
was one blazed by dauntless faith,
marked with human bloodshed;
its guide-posts shining skeletons,
bleached by the torrid, over-hang-
ing sun known only to desert skies ;
— vivid, graphic monuments left
to tell the tales of blood-curdling
massacres by frantic Indians, or,
perhaps, of the sufferings of starv-
ing human beings who had killed
their mules and horses to provide
food for aching stomachs. But
there was little of that food that
consoles for grief-torn minds and
hearts who, in such pitiful predica-
happy times enjoyed back home on
the quiet farms of Illinois, Ken-
tucky, and even of New England;
hearts who in such pitiful predica-
ments as they now found them-
selves, turned to reverent prayer.
What was the incentive that
beckoned them onward from peace
to strife, from the known to the
We must remember that this
army of immigrants was composed
of various types, and as diverse
were their aims in venturing into
the wilds of the West. Some sought
free land for new homes, some
sought fur-bearing animals, while
some sought gold, ever a source of
trouble to mankind. Others,
pioneers like Carson, were merely
exploring this wild land for the
enjoyment they received by being
in constant contact with Nature
(in her native element) , and by be-
ing leaders in the conquests of
civilization. Then there were the
riff-raff, gamblers, and crooks, the
parasites of society, seeking liveli-
hood from others' labors, — it mat-
tered not how they obtained it so
long as little manual labor was re-
quired. Also, here were those
afflicted with the wanderlust;
tumble-weeds rolling along, in
whose veins flowed blood on fire
with the desire to see new lands
and people. Unknown to them, they
were but following the same in-
stincts that their barbaric ances-
tors, — the Huns, the Franks, the
Angles, and the Saxons had fol-
lowed in the Past Ages.
Also in the ranks of the immi-
grants, could be found the mission-
aries like Marcus Whitman, who
realized their duty and were de-
liberately risking their lives to try
to convert the treacherous Indian.
They were martyrs as were the
Roman Christians that came be-
To such types do we owe the con-
quest of the West; — it really was
a conquest, for only by their settle-
ments effected only by severe
tribulations, was he United
States able to establish such a
strong claim to the disputed
Oregon Territory, now a wealthy
section of our country. Once
settled, they could not be easily
moved, and, when in 1844 the con-
troversey arose with Great Britain
concerning the Oregon-Canadian
border, they displayed their patri-
otism by the now famous words,
"54-40 or fight!"
In little more than a half cen-
tury, the charming and fertile
valley of the Platte has been trans-
formed into prosperous common-
wealths, its development from an
almost desert waste, a marvelous
monument to the restless energy
of the American people.
Although the "Iron Horse" now
rides rough-shod over the Oregon
Trail, and although it has complete-
ly effected the civilization of the
West, the tourist from the win-
dow of his car on the Union
Pacific Railroad, gazes in wonder-
ing awe at the wild scene that
stretches out before him to the dis-
tant snow-capped mountains, —
isolated buttes, rocky bluffs, light-
ning-splintered gorges, foaming
torrents, fantastically-formed boul-
ders — -wonders that do not recog-
nize puny man !
The Platte Valley for un-
told ages was a beautiful, aw-
ful wilderness, the haunt of
stately-headed elk, of vast herds of
buffalo, of deer, and of other game.
Through this garden of Eden
flowed the Platte, described by
Irving as "the most magnificent
and most useless of streams." To-
day its islands seem groves of ver-
dure floating about on the spark-
ling water, and, when seen in the
rarefied atmosphere of the West,
they create the impression of a
master-piece fresh from the hands
of God !
Along the route followed by the
train, are numerous evidences of
the days when the mountains
echoed the diabolical yell of the
savage Redskin as he tore the reek-
ing scalp from the head of the
There is Wood River, a noted
landmark and camping place for
those who followed the tide of im-
migration ; and Brady's Island, the
scene of the brutal murder of an
old-time trapper by one of his
One of the historic places on the
left bank of the river is Ash
Hollow, famous as the spot on
which a bloody Indian battle was
fought. Johnson's Creek was
named for a missionary who,
thinking bloodshed should be avert-
ed, ventured forth to pacify a war
party of Indians that was attacking
the immigrant train of which he
was a member.
Independence Rock is an isolated
mass of granite located in the
middle of the river. Its base
covers an area of five acres, and
the rock rises to a height of three
hundred feet. The front face of
this ancient landmark, is covered
with names of the trappers,
traders, and others who perhaps
thought their rude carvings would
make them famous. The rock was
named by a party of men who cele-
brated their Fourth of July at the
foot of this historic rock.
There are other famous scenes
too numerous to mention, and, as
the train rushes onward, the
traveler, awed by this immense,
imposing beauty cannot but feel
deeply sorry for those unknowing
tourists who, in search of interest-
ing scenery, forget their own
country to travel thousands of
miles to other lands !
But the ignorant must be taught.
Let this be a small step in the
"Americanizing" of the American
tourists, that he may better appre-
ciate the natural gifts that are his
by the sacrifice of others and by
the grace of God!
Delmo Enagonio '30
THE WESTERN PLAIN
Across the eastern sky
A crimson flush dawning
Gilds God's dry inland sea.
O'er rippling waves of grass
Blown by sultry winds,
Sun-filled sails slack, drooping,
As onward slowly toiling
Across the blinding sand,
Creeps the weary caravan.
Beneath men's snouts and oaths,
Like ocean's dreary monotone,
Four rhythmic beats like music,
Music-irritating-far from sooth-
Fill the weary brain
With thoughts of friendly trees
Etched in a cloudless sky,
Of cool and sparkling water
Dripping on the mossy stone.
Parched and blackened lips
Utter crys of joy.
Tired eyes strain forward —
Into empty space —
'Tis gone — and naught remains.
Illusion like a temptress
Waves her golden wand and van-
And on thro' blistering afternoon,
Lurches the endless straggling
Stolidly onward into the sun.
Along muddy creek banks
Imprinted deep with buffalo
Stamped by shaggy beasts — trudg-
Then a shout rings out —
"Camp!" a magic word
That slips from lip to lip.
Fevered voices pierce the gloomy
Of choking dust and prairie heat,
Like embers of a dying fire,
Brightened by the bellow's breath.
Wagons, gath'ring like frightened
Clasp hands of friendship, round
The single flame of hope within
Above the camp the stars peep out,
Tender, yellow flowers
Bud softly in the sky's own prairie
The horses' neighing drifts upon
the ev'ning breeze,
A coyote howls in dismal answer —
Silence — save for distant sound of
Silence — silence, grass and stars,
The camp sleeps while the night
Day after day of ceaseless journey
Blood-streaked eyes search fran-
"This far shalt thou go — no
The God of settlers seemed to say.
Snows, droughts, blizzards, storms,
Rains, hot winds, and little pigmy
All held in the hollow of His hand.
Sand Was scooped from lowly
A house grew from a shapeless
Men burrowed in like grubby
Completing small sod houses.
Home! revival of hopes and
The autumn in all its loneliness
Passed into winter — winter to
When the land was a desolate
Three curling spirals of smoke,
Drifted lazily into the gray of the
Incense ascending to the God of
Spring came over the prairie, not
Softly and shyly, but in magic
Nature, the alchemist, ground in
Faint odors of loam, grasses, and
Tossing these o'er the prairie on
wings of the wind.
And then in the cloudless blue,
A haze grew and spread,
And the tell-tale odor of smoke
Was borne on the gentle breeze.
Upon God's green earth,
Great strips of upturned loam ap-
Like creations from an artist's
And then it rolled in from the
The black of smoke, then the low
Running scarlet of the fire !
All afternoon the river lay between
The hideous advancing Thing
And the defenseless bank of set-
Ah ! The cruel lips of flame
Ceased reaching — reaching for
The land across the creek lay
Desolate, solitary, a blackened
Trees charred and turned to ashes.
The fire, the terror of the prairie,
Had come and gone, leaving its
A year passed — a year of
Hardships, toil, and agony.
Then Spring sprang up anew,
Throbbing, vibrating with life.
From the west a warning came,
A black cloud hissed onward,
Then ceasing, a soft thud an-
The Grasshoppers come to destroy.
A cloud of a billion wings covered
Gardens and crops now had gone.
A sole heart-breaking memory re-
Everywhere this squirming, green-
Raged with their crunching in-
Nature looked on with malicious
Pressing on with more evil —
The sand storm loomed in the dis-
'Twas like breasting the waves of
a dirty sea.
A black blizzard in its fury,
With grit and dust for snow.
Above all God looked kindly down,
And here and there green tints
Under His guiding hand.
Time passes — with its cares
Imprinted on each westerner's life.
Life, Time's galley slave, stands
Shackled to its unrelenting master.
Ruth Perrier '30
Fast now with moving hours will
The day when we must part,
Each memory's jewel from these
Is fastened to our heart.
Classmates— the shadows upon
Lengthen and move along,
They do but teach the clearness
Of right, and, too, of wrong.
The lessons of high school days are
The books and child-thoughts,
We reasoned as children and talked
like them —
That was before we grew.
Now with a firmer thought and
We pause at the open door,
And we pray, "May we meet the
trials of life
Like those that have gone be-
fore " K. Cameron '30
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THE PILGRIM 11
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(ttksB nf 1930
Now in the year of Our Lord,
nineteen hundred and twenty-six,
when Calvin Coolidge reigned over
this great land, it came to pass that
the lowly beings known as Fresh-
men, entered the confines of the
High School in the ancient town of
And it happened that George
Marsden, who ruled over the school
at that time, called together the
multitude, saying, "Break ye not
my commandments lest ye toil at
your desk long after the hour of
dismissal." And the Freshmen took
heed, and labored honestly and
faithfully at their studies.
And there were in the same
school, certain lofty people called
Seniors, at whose commands the
Freshmen trembled and obeyed,
lest they stir up the wrath of those
dignitaries. And there was one
Clement Briggs, who, at the bid-
ding of several of the domineering
Seniors, entered into the presence
of Mr. Marsden, where he mad a
low bow, saying "Woof! Woof!"
And there came a day when
the Freshmen assembled in
the spacious building, commonly
known as the Memorial Hall. There
they were seated, and there they
observed most carefully while the
superior upper-classmen presented
an opera, the "H. M. S. Pinafore,"
so that at some future day they
might contribute to such excep-
tional performance as "The Mi-
kado," and the "Voodoo Minstrel."
It came to pass in the month of
June that the class of 1930 left its
humble position, and its members
became upperclassmen, saving
those who had not listened to the
advice of our worthy principal, for
they must dwell for another year
in a meek station.
And in the fall of the year nine-
teen hundred and twenty-seven,
our esteemed leader, Mr. Marsden,
went forth from the school unto
new lands, and in his stead there
came a man who was to win a place
of esteem in the hearts of the
And so under the rule of Wayne
M. Shipman, the school principal,
the students rejoiced and were
And in the second year of our
stay in Plymouth High we dwelt
under the name of "wise fools."
And it came to pass that in this
year the basketball team won the
tournament at the Brockton "Y."
The class of '30 contributed its
first star in the person of "Chiefy"
In this year the finances of the
school ran low, and all of the wiser
heads of the school assembled that
they might bring relief to this
serious condition. Then, after much
deliberation, a plan was agreed
upon, to be known as the Wool-
worth Plan. Whereupon the dimes
flowed from the pockets of the
pupils into the treasury of Coach
Smith, and the honor of the school
And in the spring of the year,
Coach Smith assembled the first of
his fine track teams, which swept
aside all opposition and triumphed
in the great conquests in the lands
of Brockton and Hingham.
In this manner the second school
year of the class of '30 came to a
close. And it was prophesied that
the class would bring to the school
great honors in scholarship and
And thus it was, after complet-
ing with success the first two years
of its stay in P. H. S., that the
class of '30 entered into its third
year, where much glory and praise
was to be bestowed upon its
From out of the lands of North
Plymouth there came mighty men
who were to carry on the high
hopes of Plymouth High. With
some support from the other
classes, Coach Consodine formed a
football team, and, for the first
time in several years, the team
received no defeats. The memor-
able event of the season occurred
when our worthy team outplayed
our great rivals, Whitman, in one
of the finest games of football ever
witnessed. And the cheers of the
class of '30, mingled with those of
the multitude, spurred the boys on
And in the meantime, while the
boys were thus gaining glory, the
girls worked hard, and, as a result,
produced a brilliant hockey team.
Not only in athletics did the
class prosper, but their efforts were
crowned in even other fields. With
the coming of "The Mikado" to
our school, the worthy Mrs. Buck
selected three of our class for roles
in this great undertaking. These
songsters did their best to make
the production a marked success.
No Junior year passeth by suc-
cessfully without that great event,
the Junior Prom. The worthy
leaders of the town kindly per-
mitted us to use the Memorial
Building, where a large crowd
gathered and enjoyed the outstand-
ing social event of the year.
And so it happened that, during
our third year, "The Pilgrim" was
the recipient of a shield, designat-
ing it as the best all-round school
paper in the district.
The Massasoit Chapter of the
National Honor Society, consisting
of those pupils who had attained a
high rating in scholarship, service
and leadership, was organized. It so
happened that four members of
our class were elected to this so-
And during the remainder of the
year Coach Smith produced a fine
basketball team and an undefeated
Thus ended our "Jolly Junior"
year in P. H. S.
And in the last year, the class
of '30 lived up to the prophecies
which the wise men had made, and
brought honors to the school in the
fields of learning and athletics.
These are their numerous accom-
plishments : In the fall of the year
a mighty man, named Bagnall, ar-
rived in this ancient town, and
gathering the stalwart youths of
the school, he moulded them into
a mighty machine, which trampled
down its enemies on the gridiron,
and emerged at the end of the sea-
son unbeaten and unscored upon.
And forget ye not that on this
team eight of the eleven positions
were ably filled by our strong and
courageous seniors led by Captain
And at this time it was announ-
ced that "The Pilgrim," our school
paper, had run badly into debt.
With the assistance of Mrs. Buck,
Miss Locklin, Miss Quinn, Miss
Judd, and Mr. Shipman, the pupils
of the school presented a night of
entertainment featuring two
plays, "The Crimson Cocoanut"
and the "Bachelor's Dream," and a
"Voodoo Minstrel." And great was
the success of this enterprise, for
the "Pilgrim" debt was' not only
wiped out, but money was placed
in the treasury for future times of
And during the remaining part
of the year the school continued to
produce fine athletic teams, com-
posed largely of seniors.
And again in this year new
members were admitted to that
society which recognizes scholar-
ship, leadership, and service, the
Massasoit Chapter of the National
And in the days which are to
come, let us not forget the deeds of
our honorable teachers and class-
First of all, our worthy class
president, Francis Whiting, who
hath led his classmates during
their period of greatest accom-
plishments in P. H. S.
Leno Lenzi, a son of North Ply-
mouth, who rose to heights of
glory in his days at P. H. S. He
had the distinction of being the
first five-letter man, and he also
showed his qualities of leadership
by being captain of our football
team and president of the Student
Mrs. Raymond, whose willing
work and guidance has made
possible that great school paper,
Mrs. Buck, who did train fine
voices in "The Mikado" and the
And the advice and leadership
of Mr. Shipman, our esteemed
principal, and his assistant, Mr.
Last, but by no means least,
remember ye the deeds of that neat
little man, Coach Smith (ever
bearing in mind that the best goods
come in small packages) namely:
organizing, maintaining, and up-
holding the Woolworth Plan; and
turning out great leaders in basket-
ball and track; moreover, he has
installed in the youth of P. H. S.
the instincts of sportsmen.
And on June 24, 1930, those of
the class of '30, numbering seventy-
six, those who had not fallen by the
wayside, assembled in the Mem-
orial Hall for their Commencement
Exercises. Thus it came to pass
that the class of '30, armed with
diplomas by its principal, went out
into the world bearing as its motto,
"Labor omnia vincit."
We, the class of nineteen
hundred thirty, of Plymouth High
School, State of Massachusetts,
United States of America, in this
revolutionary epoch of futuristic
paintings, boop-boop-a-doop, flow-
ing skirts, the Hoosier Hop, and
vagabond lovers, considering that
the wages of sin is death, and that
all this discussion of a new school
is fruitless, being of sound (?) and
precise (?) mind in spite of labori-
ous digestion of DeQuincey's
Essays and his habitual digress-
ions, do hereby endeavor to submit
our last will and testament :
To the keeper of the bees, Mr.
Shipman — Our sincere apprecia-
tion and an Assembly of atten-
tive individuals whose craniums
work faster than their lips.
To Mrs. Raymond — Our heartfelt
gratitude for all she has done,
and the assurance that it will
not be considered a breach of
etiquette if she omits News
Tests from the year's program.
To Mrs. Swift — An assortment of
pupils who can fully comprehend
the intricacies of a mind like
To Mr. Smiley — A class of pupils
(sophs) who do not think that
"the national indoor sport in
Germany is beer-guzzling," or
that most people die from "ro-
mantic fever and tapeworms."
To Mr. Fash — Our sincere felicita-
tions on having survived those
indescribable odors, the rem-
nants of which often filter down
to Room 1.
To Miss Wilber — A guardian angel
to protect her from what we
fear the freshmen capable of
To Miss H. M. Johnson — Some his-
tory pupils who do not tell her
that Lincoln said, "All men are
To Miss Cummings — An offer to
procure for her an alleviation of
the 11 :05 rush if she guarantees
us some non-skid sandwiches,
squirtless milk bottles, and a
place to park our gum.
To Miss Ries — Congratulations in
having so ably filled the position
as history teacher.
To Miss Locklin — The concession
of coaching more budding
Romeos and Juliets disguised as
Howard Davee and Harriett
To Miss Judd — Sympathy. Wasn't
Dick Bumpus in her class?
To Mr. Young — An eternally
sharp razor blade — or does he
still use one?
To Miss Helen C. Johnson — An in-
delible smile, to be used on un-
scrupulous "stenogs" who pound
typewriting keys and waste rib-
To Mr. Jack Smith — Congratula-
tions. He was responsible for the
achievements of the girl's Track
To Mr. "Chief" Bagnall— A larger
car — the bigger the better — the
larger capacity, you know, the
better accommodations for more
To Miss Howes — A good coach, a
great Spanish teacher, and the
snappiest little scrapper that
ever wielded a hockey stick — she
has no need of a legacy.
To Miss Rafter — A small (or en-
tire) portion of the proverbial
"Irish Luck" to be used indis-
criminately during next year's
To all Freshmen teachers — Noth-
ing we can say could possibly
lessen the heartache you must
have suffered at not having had
the famous, inimitable class of
1930 for at least one period a
To Mr. Coats and Mr. Smith—
Our sympathy, for our success-
ors are already showing a ten-
dency to tear up paper on the
To Tillie the Toiler — A time clock,
to be installed not later than
September 3, 1930; the above-
mentioned article is to be
punched by your frequent
visitors, both sexes.
To the Juniors — The plants in
Room 10, the wastebaskets of
Room 1, the mirror in Room 12,
and the three statutes in the
To the Sophomores — The lordly,
sanctimonious, gracious mien of
the Seniors. With intelligence,
practice will make perfect.
To the Freshmen — The devout
hope that some day they will
grow up, stop writing notes,
cease snooping, control their
voices — but why go on?
To next year's Editor-in-chief —
A staunch set of nerves, a phil-
osophical outlook, an even
temper, and a smattering of tact.
To next year's hockey team — The
mismated shin guards, battle-
scarred sticks, and the one price-
less antique baseball we man-
aged to borrow.
To Mary Tinti — Roller skates, now
in Hazel Raymond's possession,
guaranteed to get you trans-
ported to classes, maybe on time.
To Joe Sullivan — The gorgeous
crimson sweater which may be
found on Frank Ortolani.
To Phillip Cavallini — Lenzi's curly
locks, provided he can prove that
he is able to control them.
To Lahey — Davee's golden tenor to
be used while gedunking ice-
To Russell Smith — Francis Whit-
ing's sedate personality, with
the power to lease, mortgage, or
sell, according to its value.
To Hedge and Stevens Inc. — One
large bottle of milk; be sure it's
To Annie Loring — Louise Tosi's
"come hither" look and two curls.
To John Sears — Kenneth Camer-
on's nonchalance, without a
To Annette Chapman — Margaret
Brown's ability to borrow, lose,
and waste her classmates' vani-
To Donald C. McLean — Allan Arm-
strong's undeniable versatility
and capacity for charming fair
To Dorothy Gassidy — Elsie
Longhi's rendition of "Les Deux
Amies" with proper expression.
To Thelma Birnstein — Our beloved
Locker Number Eight, to love
and cherish, and occasionally
dust. Also the Christmas wreath,
shamrocks, and hearts that are
enclosed. She doesn't need a
key — we used a hairpin.
To the orchestra — A key whereby
it may find the much-abused
yet rightly-named "Lost Chord."
To the Glee Club— Close (?) har
To Tony Spath — Canevazzi's Ford,
without repairs, gas, tires, en-
gine, or apologies.
To George H'aigh — The well-
known proverb that "All work
and no play makes a rolling
stone worth two in the bush."
To the Girls — John Morton
To the Boys — Marion "Brick"
Bennett — titian hair and freck-
To All Futujre Seniors — This
timely warning — don't degrade
yourselves by mingling too fre-
quently with mere Sophomores.
To All Who Knew Us — A fond
Signed on this auspicious date,
June 1, 1930.
Subscribed and sealed this torrid
day of June in the year of the
Codfish Tercentenary, nineteen
hundred and thirty.
Witnesses: Abraham O'Toole
Trustees : Abdul "El Bui Bui Emir
Ivan Skelevinsky Skivar
E. Harriett Donlevy
Nancy Preston Sears
| THE FUTURE I
In the year 1950, we had the
wonderful and interesting experi-
ence of making a visit to the labo-
ratories of Professor Burns, one
of our former classmates and a
graduate of Harvard. He had
called us to inquire about some
patents concerning a new inven-
tion which he had just perfected.
He welcomed us with a gay
cordiality and ushered us into his
private workshop where we were
impressed by the maze of intri-
cate machinery. After telling his
assistant, I think that it was Lewis
Morini, that he wanted absolute
privacy, the Professor led us to a
queer contraption resembling a
combination radio, phonograph,
camera, and steam engine hap-
hazardly thrown together. This
was the machine on which he had
been working for years, a machine
by which a scene occurring any-
where on earth could be recorded
and thrown upon a screen.
He then began an extensive ex-
planation concerning the appara-
tus but, seeing our blank express-
ions, he concluded at once, "A
demonstration will make this much
clearer. Suppose we use this ma-
chine to discover what our former
classmates in Plymouth High
School are doing at present. Not
only will this be interesting, but
it will also be a good demonstra-
tion of my apparatus."
With a rapid movement he threw
a switch, pulled a lever, and began
to turn several dials. Upon the
screen flashed a light, and then be-
hold! a football game is in pro-
gress. The Bulldogs have just
made a smashing gain and Coach
Vecchi is beside himself with joy,
while Coach Ortolani gnashes his
teeth. We think "Water" should
have stuck to his fruit store, "The
What's this? A commotion in the
bleachers, and because of the
wildly waving arms we recognize
John Canevazzi, famous .manager
of the Plymouth Orioles. My! how
that man does rave — no .wonder
his team won the league champion-
The picture changes and we now
see the inner room of a .stock
broker's office. Who has risen to
such prominence in finance? Upon
the screen flash the visages of none
other than Bert Smith and Ferdy
Emond, still partners, as when we
knew them in high school days.
A bustling little secretary enters,
and we recognize none other than
Marion Bennett. She says a dry
goods merchant by name — one
Ramos — would like a business in-
terview, and even as she speaks,
Joe himself breezes in — making the
windows rattle with his "soft"
Afraid that this vibration. would
affect the machine, Prof. Burns
turns the dials and we see a beauti-
ful new school. It must be Plym-
outh High School — just erected —
and what a number of old friends
are here. There, is Leho Lenzi,
coaching his girls' track team (his
"permanent" is still in perfect
order). Ruth Perrier is just enter-
ing a sixth period study hall — and
silence reigns over all ; Beatrice
Johnson is reprimanding her his-
tory class, and Louise Tosi is ex-
pounding upon a most difficult
theorem in geometry.
Next we see the interior of the
town press. There's Oliver Harlow
with his pet linotype machine; he
must be working on "The Pilgrim."
In the office several voices are
raised in discussion. One belongs
to State Forrester Handy; the
press misspelt his name last week.
Bill Given, the Business Manager,
will not apoligize, not even for old
time's sake; we always did call the
complainant "Halan Andy" any-
Again a shift in scenes and lo!
we are in a magnificient theatre
owned by John Morton and Victor
Venturi, old classmates of ours.
Behold Johnnie Morton in evening
dress and starched shirt — not
much like the Johnnie of "sweater
days." Red-hot music beats about
us — yes indeed, that is Howie
Beauregard's own orchestra in
action, and even as we watch — he
himself raises his sax and bleats
at the audience. A wonderful violin
solo by Ellen Woolford, accom-
panied by Laura Cappannari,
follows; then a little sister act by
Genevieve Hughes and Elsie
Longhi delights us until Eileen
Dennehy and "Peggy" Worcester
appear. We are shaken by nostal-
gia — for we heard them often in
days long gone by.
"Pathe" News is flashed upon
the screen. Now we shall see some
celebreties^there is Doris Salani
signing her first message as Secre-
tary of State — and Mary Sampson
who has successfully pleaded her
first case as divorce lawyer. There's
Nancy Sears, famous novelist,
seated at her desk in her library.
Hold on — there's the new steam-
ship "Roster" leaving port and,
standing at the rail, is Elizabeth
Tripp, famous adventurer off for
Patagonia in search of the missing
link. Her faithful secretary and
companion, Lucy Zaniboni, stands
beside her while Robert Zucchi,
first mate, restrains the crowd.
Mary Smith weeps as she sees
familiar faces fade away.
Next we gaze upon a golf links.
Yes indeed, here comes Eleanor
Bartlett, — pardon us, Mrs. Hig-
gins, wife of the famous lawyer.
She has just won the Women's
Amateur Golf Tournament. We see
John Boyle, reporter for "The
Spicer," interviewing the famous
track expert, Howard Davee.
Davee says that, with John Pascoe
and Carleton Rose as coaches,
America has a fine chance in the
Burns now transports us to the
office of the Plymouth Electric
Light Company. With feet on his
desk and that familiar grin upon
his face sits the president himself,
"Chiefy" Armstrong. He chuckles
to himself as over the telephone
he jokes with the little wife down
in Chiltonville. Patiently waiting
for him to ring off, is a titian-
haired stenographer, Flora Borghi
The power of the Professor's
machine was clearly demonstrated
when it brought to us a rolling
farm in the west. In the middle of
a field is an interesting sight. John
Smith, evidently the owner of the
farm, is severely reprimanding the
aviator of a plane that has just
landed in the field. The pilot re-
moves his goggles and presto!
Alec MacKay is recognized. Who is
this coming to his assistance?
Mary Welsh herself, famous lec-
turer and debater, who now flies to
fulfill her engagements. By an elo-
quent and emotional flow of words
she convinces John that he must
make this little sacrifice to Pro-
gress, a speech which greatly
amuses Harold Geary, who is
supervising irrigation on John's
farm. Now another familiar figure
steps into view. Well, well, Harriett
Donlevy of all people! She is on
her way to the post-office for a
letter from a certain MacLean back
East. Harriett is touring the west
for material for her next feature
Nearby, unaware of earthly
commotion, is our artist, Silvio
Saracca, who slowly daubs at a
canvas. He is disturbed at his
work when, in a roadster, Francis
Whiting and the former Pearl
Hatfield drive up. "Coomie" is tak-
ing a vacation from his business,
Now a series of office scenes
flashes into view. There must be
some of our old friends here — ah —
over at the desks, talking over last
night's movies, we see Barbara
Coombs, Betty Eastburne, Beatrice
Fox, and Leah Frye. Why the sud-
den commotion? Through the door
strides the manager of the Plym-
outh Purice Company, Mr. Robert
Carr, and the girls scatter.
Again the scene changes to the
water-front of a small town. We
are really in Plymouth, for we can
see the Rock. A dory is drifting
near the wharf, and, sprawling in
the seat with a fish pole in his
hand, is none other than Gordon
Tucker — he would take life easy.
And now? In New York City a
Good Housekeeping Exposition is
in progress. Miss DeZorett, in
charge of the Exposition, is just
making a tour of the booths. We
Ladies and gentlemen, the
former Miss Rollene Gilbert adver-
tising Cape Cod Cranberries !
First Aid in the Home, demon-
strated by Miss Mildred Fraser!
Laura Govi, famous ladies'
tailor, speaking upon, "The Correct
Sports Costume for the High
School Senior" !
We must leave the exposition to
find more of our friends. Hold !
there is a circus. Who is here?
Ah! Maggie Brown, famous lion
tamer, is about to tantalize her
terrifying tigers. Hurray ! Now
Arthur Holmes demonstrates his
Robot Rover — the mechanical dog.
Bumpus Brothers Radio Company
is broadcasting this circus pro-
All aboard for a few more
glimpses! We find Elizabeth
Gunther conducting her orphan-
age in North Plymouth ; Kay
Farnell teaching her children to
play the clarinet, and Virginia
Anderson, politician, organizing a
campaign for the installation of
a water supply system for Mano-
The chimes of a radio clock in-
terrupt our wanderings. Whew!
how time has flown — we are late
for lunch — the Mrs. will be angry.
Well, au reservoir.
K. Allen Cameron
Boots, Shoes and Rubbers
Also Fine Shoe Repairing
52 Court St. Plymouth, Mass.
Christopher & Gambini
Meat and Provisions
A WORD TO GRADUATES
Concentration at the outset in your chosen elective and individual in-
struction by specialists will save your time.
A two or three year intensive course in the Designers Art School will
not only develop that talent in drawing, painting, and design, but fit the
ambitious student directly for professional work.
A preparatory four weeks course in July will aid you in determining the
direction your talent should take.
A CATALOG ON REQUEST
THE DESIGNERS ART SCHOOL
376 Boylston Street
GHass nf 1930
She makes little noise,
She accomplishes much,
She retains her poise —
And doesn't get in Dutch.
When "Chiefy" goes swiftly riding by,
He turns his nose up very high,
But he can keep his little can
To take a-spinning little Anne.
The girls of nineteen thirty
Have wiles to make men fall,
But Senorita Bartlett
Is the most charming girl of all.
Howdy plays at football,
And claims the girls, you bet ;
We wonder what he plays at
When he goes to Manomet.
You made a dandy forward ;
You're quite an all-round sport ;
You're also quite a dancer —
Even though you're short.
Emma is a little misty
Till she hears from her dear Christi,
Then she brightens and starts to quote
What he said in the loving note.
Flora is a good sport
Until she vents her spleen
On those who to her retort,
"Hello, my Josephine,"
A coming genius
Is John Boyle,
Who gets results
With little toil.
Is John Boyle,
They say when a buggy in muck is stuck,
That the horse will carry a tail ;
So why can't a truck when it runs amuck
Also carry a tale?
You never buy any powder,
Nor any rouge, it's true;
You're always borrowing lipstick,
If anyone's Scotch, it's you.
Radio is his delight,
Keeps him up late every night;
We can think of nothing dearer
'Cept sitting up with Mary Schira.
This promising young Senior
Some sweet day will be
In a beauty parlor ; the name
Is Jones and Company.
He saw the ancient lands and cities,
And steamers pushed by tugs ;
But no one ever could find out
Just why they called him "Bugs."
There's a little boy in Plymouth High
Who wears a beret and a sporty tie ;
To listen to his "blah" is loads of fun,
'Cause he's always praising Abington.
John is a working man,
So they all say —
But he neglects his duty
At half -past four each day.
Like Shylock with his moneybags —
This girl collects our dimes;
She gets them when we haven't them-
Quite difficult at times.
"Bobbie" goes to Kingston
Every single night,
He says it is a great town -
Maybe he is right.
They say silence wins
Where eloquence is vain,
We hope this is true,
And success you'll attain.
Swift in all the races,
Swift in love so true —
We hope with all his prizes
He'll get "Happy," too.
Our Eileen is a winsome lass,
A loyal pal of the Senior Class :
Behind a counter she'll look a dream,
Selling Hedge's Supreme Ice-cream.
Ever loyal, ever true
To the task she has to do,
A full, rich nature, free to trust,
Faithful, and almost sternly just.
When to college you must go,
To learn what you are able, — -
We hope you'll attain journalistic fame,
But please don't rob the cradle.
Here's to little poker face
Who leads the men a merry chase —
A Cordage dance? Oh, she'll be there,
With tingling toes and haughty air.
"Ferdy" had an old Ford,
The old thing wouldn't go —
So he traded it in for a piece of red tin,
Now he's a Vagabond Romeo.
In every sport
You've done your part,
And you've won a place
In every heart.
Kathleen, our dairy maid,
Leads a very musical life:
We're sure she'll make some man
I'm sure she'll make some man
A good "kitchen canary" wife.
She has the hopes,
She has the "King"—
Now she needs
The wedding ring.
"Slow and easy" is her slogan :
Why hurry? Let them wait!
But you should see this girl make haste
When Ralph waits at the gate.
The Senior girls all envy you —
You have such jolly ways;
We hope that when you graduate
You'll still have "Happy Days" !
Harold as a poet
Surely will gain fame,
If he doesn't meet some girl,
And try to change her name.
Plymouth boys are satisfied
With many of us girls,
But that boy from Carver
Was charmed by Rollene's curls.
Pumping gas is his delight
From early morn till late at night,
"Good Gulf" is the kind to buy-
Take the advice of an intelligent guy.
There is One among our faculty
Who is fair, strong, and tall, —
And for his ever-present blush
This Senior had to fall.
"Bet" was always shy and meek:
But now we know that every week
She's teacher in a shorthand class;
And how they all obey this lass !
His dad may be the "super"
And boss of all the rest,
But when it's on a high jump
Allan's surely best.
A freckled miss runs through the door
As the clock says one to eight;
She grabs the very nearest seat,
Then asks someone, "Am I late?"
He's not so large as all the rest,
But, if ever his dreams come true,
He'll eat raw onions every day
Until he's six feet two.
Pearlie goes a-riding
Every single day ;
Her weakness is red sweaters-
And a Chevrolet.
He's a lad of courtly mien,
Who's always quite polite ;
He studies during study time
And stays in every night.
When all other people go to bed
And lie in quiet slumber,
She sits at the switch-board
Giving the wrong number.
Bea looks so serious and so sweet —
Yet we know it's all deceit,
'Cause she chews gum and owns a doll
And on a coach refused to call.
When her titian head gleams in the sun
And her brown eyes smile so true,
You may be a hardened hero, but
You can't resist, can you?
She longs to be a dancer
And rise to heights of fame,
We always think of Vaudeville night,
When we hear Elsie's name.
Will Rogers is his idol,
He quotes him when he can ;
Yet when he's with his Freshman,
He's quite a ladies' man.
What's that awful noise,
That funny, giggling tone?
Oh, that's just Ida laughing
And playing her saxophone.
For a girl who doesn't say much
You surely make the grade ;
Your name is on the honor list —
If you keep on, you're made.
Bagging sugar, selling corn —
He starts there early every morn,
Serving each so patiently —
For Lewis works in the A. & P.
He acquired his "East side" walk
Playing football without pay ;
And now around the corridors
He shambles on his way.
To a string of "wins" you would add
Just another deep-cut "notch,"
Not a rival of the field this time,
But someone just a wee bit Scotch.
We know what's wrong with "Giant John,"
If we tell, he'll probably kill us ;
But ever since the Fairhaven Meet
He's dreamed of a girl named Phyllis.
We wish there'd be a day
When in Period Two,
And not disturbed by you.
Room 1 would be calm and peaceful
Dimna's fond of sewing
And likes to sing, we're told :
Four nights out of seven
She's with her hero bold.
We think "Joe' needs a megaphone,
A big one, strong and clear,
To waft that "gentle" voice of his
Toward a classmate's deafened ear.
Actress — that's the word,
I'm sure we'd all agree —
For in the "Crimson Cocoanut"
You won a high degree.
If you're attacked by the enemy
You'll never need artillery,
All that you will have to do
Is call the "Ladies' Auxiliary."
Dotty Dingle, with rosy cheek and dimpled
Makes Doris envious, she is so thin :
"Eat Campbell's soup," as all ads say,
Then she'll surely have her way.
Mary wants to be a nurse,
And help a suffering world ;
We hope success will follow her-
This truly helpful girl.
In you we place our highest hopes,
For we know that you really can
Paint like a second Raphael- —
You'll be a famous man !
All the Big League Baseball teams
Will be bidding for this lad;
As short stop on the high school nine
He's the best we ever had.
You have a crop of auburn hair
And lovely waves galore,
You're old enough to keep away
From that Sophomore.
A little girl all dressed in white,
Jerking us sodas left and right —
At this task she can take the prize,
Adrienne Smith will put you wise.
Well, girls, look him over while he's here,
For when school is done, he'll be busy ;
The reason is, as you've probably guessed,
No one else but a girl named "Lizzie."
Your forbear "The Captain" was very brave,
And evei: a princess' choice,
But where would his famous head have been
If he'd forgotten to use his voice?
It's not the Smith's of Boston
Or coughdrop brothers two,
It's just our little Mary
Who briskly passes you.
Always loyal, ever true —
No finer girl on land;
We hope success will smile on you-
And shake you by the hand.
A fact that very few people know-
(It really is a shame)
Is that, not Elizabeth,
But Mildred is her name.
"Brownie," as so few of us know,
Is a master of "Chemistree,"
For from Mr. Fash, kind soul,
He obtained his "nth degree."
A king in name, a king in form,
From "Your Highness" we get no rest,
For all we hear is your "royal" cry,
"Just look at me— "The Best."
Vic's a bashful baby
Who never looks at us,
He thinks he's saving trouble
And a lot of fuss.
Every day in Period Four
She looks with soulful gaze
At the Scotchman 'cross the aisle,
For he has taking ways.
Bee sure is a winsome lass,
With methods sweet yet wily,
It must be the way she gets her men-
Especially Mr. Smiley.
A deep-sea diver hasn't a chance,
Francis Whiting shows in a glance :
Of all his luck he does proudly tell
In taking his "Pearl' from out her shell.
When Ellen goes a-wooing
She'll be a great success,
With her violin so soothing-
To his love he must confess.
Peggy is a sweet coquette
Whom all the boys adore :
Some fine day, as we suspect,
She'll step from some stage door.
A dark-haired, bright-eyed little girl,
Who seems so shy and meek,
Makes her friends all shake with laughter
Every time she starts to speak.
Robert's one who thinks a lot
But never talks aloud;
He may change to our surprise
And speak before a crowd.
Inter % Uljttp fllupnla
Another holiday has come and
gone, bringing us nearer gradua-
tion. Despite various examinations
and book inspections, the pupils of
the school have survived and have
accomplished several things.
Our first was the track meet at
Brockton where Plymouth dis-
tinguished itself. Testimony to the
result may be found in Room 12.
For further information see Ath-
The next event worthy of con-
sideration is the plans for gradua-
tion, which, with the direction of
Mrs. Raymond, Mrs. Buck, Miss
Quinn, and Miss Locklin combined
with the whole-hearted help of the
Seniors, shows promise of being
the best ever.
The last issue of "The Pilgrim"
is dedicated to the Seniors, all ma-
terial therein being written by this
Special articles were written as
Class History: Allan Handy,
Class Prophecy : Kenneth Cam-
eron, Delmo Enagonio
Class Will : Nancy Sears, Harriet
Class Poems : Ruth Perrier, Eileen
Dennehy, Harold Geary, Allan
Armstrong, Louise Tosi, Mary
The school has recently been
honored by several distinguished
men, who imparted very useful
advice to the pupils. Among these
people were :
Dr. Augustus Thomas, Former
Commissioner of Education of
Allan Furber, Chandler Secretarial
Mr. Eldridge, Chairman of the
Board of Selectmen
Dr. Baker, Tufts College
At the same assembly at which
Dr. Thomas gave his speech, which
was most appropriate for the oc-
casion, pins were presented to the
members of "The Pilgrim" staff
for distinguished service to the
school paper. The editor-in-chief
and the buiness manager were
awarded gold emblems, while other
members of the staff received sil-
Have any observing pupils re-
marked the drastic and construc-
tive treatment of the track field?
We can now honestly say that we
are proud to have visitors inspect
it. Incidentally, the tennis court
has undergone several repairs and
now is ready for those aspiring to
surpass Helen Wills and Bill
The members of the Massasoit
Chapter of the National Honor
Society were fortunate enough to
escape a hot day at school. They
made a tour of historical Concord.
These pupils showed us that they
believe thrift is an honest virtue
by preparing a picnic lunch for the
The Pilgrims, we mean members
of "The Pilgrim" staff, attended a
meeting of the Southeastern
Massachusetts League of School
Publications held at Milton. They
had not only an opportunity to get
new ideas, but an opportunity to
renew old acquaintances. They
were welcomed by our former
principal, Mr. Marsden ; during
the evening's proceedings they ob-
served our old friend, Horace
Turner, exercising his vocal chords
in a boys' double quartette. All
those who attended this meeting
thoroughly enjoyed it.
Let us now review the past year
Football — Champions !
Basketball — Almost Champions
Baseball — Not so good
Track — Champions again!
Pilgrim — You'll have to judge.
Spanish Fiesta — Great success
Junior Prom — Met all require-
Swimming Meet — Deserving of
Vaudeville Night — Very colorful
Vacations — Few and far apart
VISTAZO EN EL FUTURO
Estamos en el ano 1940. No nos
hemos visto desde la graduacion
de Plymouth High School in 1930.
La Senorita Donlevy esta casada y
no tienc que trabajar. Ella dice
que trabajo bastante cuando estaba
en la escuela. El senor Davee esta
trabajando para Buttner. El esta
el director. El senor Canevazzi esta
con la tropa de policia del Estado.
Estaba parando un automovil que
estaba acelerando pero vio que
eran dos muchachas bonitas. Les
sonrlo y las permitio pasar. El
senor Harlow esta dirigiendo las
oficinas de "Rogers Print". Leo un
signo que dice. — "Casa con la
muchacha. Nos supliron las casa.
— " El pequeno Harlow vio el signo
y se caso. La senorita Lacey esta
ensenando hockey en el Kingston
High School y su marido esta en
casa durmiendo. La senorita Tosi
esta cortando personas en el hos-
pital. La senorita Dennehy esta
haciendo "ice cream" para que su
marido pueda venderla. La seno-
rita Mangucci esta tocando con la
orquesta en el teatro Grande de
Carver. La senorita Bartlett esta
casada y es la secretaria de su
marido. La bailadora Worcester
esta ensenando sus hijas a bailar.
Ramos tiene su trabajo en la es-
cuela de Manomet, ensenando.
Joseph Ramos '30
EL HAGAR~ESO EN
Juanito era un nino malo,
siempre en turbacion. Tenia ca-
bellos negros, ojos azules, y un tez
Juanito era permitido sentarse
a la mesa con la familia. A la mesa
era muy dificil para su madre y
su padre callarle. Siempre osio la
fiada a pesar de las bofetadas de
sus padres. Tambien escucho siem-
pre a la conversation y nunca acer-
to una palabra que era dicho. (Esto
era muy desafortunado.) Un dia
el padre de Juanito hablo de la
riada de la senora Brown, una
Otro dia Juanito estaba a la casa
de la senora Brown, quien le dio
una pieza de tortita. Juanito la
comio y dijo.
i Dios mio ! Esta era buena !
Aunque mi madre dijo un dia que
vd. no pudo cocinar pero pienso
diferente. Mi madre dijo tambien
que no comeria su riada porque
era mala y yo estaria enfermo.
La madre de Juanito era sus-
pirido el dia prozimo cuando la
senora Brown no la hablo.
Hallo despues que Juanito hacia
una visita. Juanito hallo tambien
que su madre supo que hacia una
visita porque despues que su ma-
drele habia visto pobre Juanito no
pudo ir a pie.
Eileen D ennehy '30
Jamas habia articulado una pala-
bra hasta ahora
Silencio y inflexibilidad reclinan
Blancura cubre su cabeza cansado
Su ojos estan cerrados,
Su labios estan sellados
Su cara ha tornado la vida en
su reposo ;
Las cosas que Vd. trato de decirme
Escapo mi comprension entonces —
Pero ahora, hablay quizas pueda
ser que Vd. este seguro
Y me comprende cuando le digo
asi. Ida Mangucci '30
A QUIEN LA PROCURA—
Habia dos hombres, uno muy
perezoso, llamado Juan, y el otro
muy aplicado que se llamaba Car-
los. Un dia Juan dijo a Carlos :
— Vd. es un bobo, mireme, tomo
la vida mas facil, cuando me gusta
dor mir, duermo; hago lo que qu-
iero. Vd. trabaja siempre y no
Carlos dijo — Gano dinero ahora
para mi viejedad. Soy solo en este
— Eso no es nada. Puede ser
muerto en este tiempo. — dijo Juan.
— Pero no esla manera de consid-
erarlo. Ahora V.. hace lo que Vd.
piense rnejor y yo hago lo que creo
mejor, — dijo Carlos.
— Veinte anos despues los dos
yo le he visto.
Juan dijo en una voz media. — He
estado un bobo yo mismo. No tengo
nada excepto mucho hambre. Mire ;
Vd. es un hombre prospero y muy
contento. El proberbio — "Viene
ventura a quien la procura" —
i tiene razon ! Pero ahora es dem-
Los dos hombres se juntaron a
pesar de todo.
Ida Mangucci '30
EL HAGAR ESO DICE EN
NO HAY MIEL SIN HIEL
Un dia como el sol levanto sobre
el horizonte de arboles un grande
oso hermoso y negro se levanto de
su cama de hojas y bostezo y estre-
cho su cuerpo grande.
Con un temblor empezo ir por
el bosque deteniendo a cada arbol
y husmeando a los troncos para
ver si habia algo de miel en los
Al fin vino a un arbol que estuvo
Husmeo al tronco y piafo las
hojas del abierto.
Habia un pequeno abierto que
Dertenecio a algunas abejas. Pero
las abejas habian levantado tam-
bien y salieron zumbando como un
circular alrededor del hermoso y
negro oso, y picandole en todas
partes posibles. Con un lato de
dolor el oso corrio a un pequeno
arroyo y salto en el agua fresco.
Y entonces el oso supo que "No
hay miel sin Mel." 0. HARLOW '30
Another successful season of
track has come and gone for the
girls, the Brockton Track Meet
marking the finish.
Members of the Girls' Track
Team of 1930 :
Arlene Hall :
A freshman, and a good sport
Also a freshman, and a member
of the fifty-yard relay team
Lillian Torrence :
Anchor man on the fifty-yard
Jean Rushton :
Another freshman, and a valu-
able acquisition to the team.
"Jeanie's" long legs have made
her a winner on the field and
cinder path. She has beaten
Louise Guy's high jump record.
First runner on the fifty-yard
The last but not least of the
illustrious freshmen. Pauline's
absence from Brockton lost us at
least three points.
"Dot" can broad-jump as well
as dance. Too bad she can't be
outfielder on the baseball team.
Her specialty is the high jump,
but, confidentially, she'd prefer
to be an assistant baseball coach.
"Kitten" is the leader of the
fifty-yard dash and third runner
of the 440 relay. With such a
recommendation, why did she
feel blue at the Brockton Meet?
— Ask her.
Better known as T. B., fooled
even the coach this year. Not
only did she do the broad jump
and baseball throw, but she ap-
peared at the eleventh hour and
showed that she could also run.
We needed her, too, in Brockton.
If there is any better candidate
for the high junro than "Rusty,"
we doubt it. Her height and
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L'image qui sert d'en tete du
department francais dans le "Pil-
grim" est une copie du premier
tableau d'une serie de huit tableaux
peints par Lionel Royer. Ces re-
marquables peintures se trouvent
dans le Basilique de Domremy et
montrent les evenements import-
ants dans la vie de la Pucelle d'
La premiere peinture represente
Jeanne ecoutant les voix celestes.
Elle est aux champs avec ses mou-
tons et ses bestiaux. Les saints,
Michel, Marguerite et Catherine
lui paraissent, lui tendent une
epee, un casque et un drapeau et
lui disent que c'est sa mission
d'aller se battre pour sauver la
La deuxieme peinture s'appelle,
"La Reconnaissance du Roi a Chi-
non." Pour rnettre sa science a
l'epreuve, le roi se tient a l'ecart
quand Jeanne entre dans la salle
et un seigneur occupe sa place.
Cependant elle reconnait le vrai
roi sans hesitation, au grand eton-
nement de tout le monde.
La troisieme peinture represente
l'entree de Jeanne a Orleans. Les
citoyens, se rejouissant de son ar-
rivee, accourent, pour remercier
La quatrieme montre la bataille
de Patay, une victoire brillante de
Jeanne. Cette scene, tres frappante
est pleine de vie et d'action.
Sur la cinquieme peinture on
voit le sacre a Rheims. Le roi est a
genoux devant l'eveque et la Pu-
celle derriere lui. La cathedrale est
pleine declerge et de soldats, et
ceux — ci levent leur epee au mo-
ment ou l'event leur epee au mo-
sur la tete de Charles.
La sixieme s'appelle, "Le Bucher
de Rouen/' Un pretre fran§ais
tient le crucifix devant Jeanne qui
le regarde fixement pendant que
les flammes montent. Une foule
immense la regarde, quelques-uns
avec compassion et d'autres avec
satisfaction. Cette scene est tres
emouvante et montre la sincerite
et le courage de Jeanne au moment
Les septieme et huitieme pein-
tures montrent le contraste entre
sa premiere communion avec
d'autres enf ants dans une eglise de
campagne et sa derniere commun-
ion tragique en prison, entouree
de moines et de soldats.
Dans toutes ces peintures elle
parait avec un halo pour faire voir
Ainsi dans son village natale on
peut voir ces belles peintures de sa
Laura Cappannari '30
LA FETE DE JEANNE DARC
En 1431 Jeanne d'Arc finit sa
mission remarquable a Rouen ou
elle f ut brulee vive.
Presque cinq cent ans plus
tard elle fut canonisee par l'eglise
catholique et le deuxieme dimanche
de mai fut declaree la fete offici-
elle de Jeanne d'Arc.
Pendant les annees 1929 — 1931
on la celebre par des ceremonies
touchantes dans tous les endroits
par ou elle a passe. La premiere
ceremonie de cette cinquieme cent-
enaire se trouva a Domremy, vill-
age ou Jeanne naquit. La, fut pla-
cee la premiere de la longue serie
de pierres qui devaient etre placees
a toutes les haltes de sa grande mis-
sion. L'inscription sur chacune des
pierres est : "sur les routes qui con-
duisirent notre liberatrice a la
peine, puis a l'honneur, puis au
Apres celle de Domremy des
ceremonies solonnelles eurent lieu
a Vaucouleurs d'ou elle partit pour
se rendre aupres du roi de France ;
a Chinon, a Orleans et a Rheims;
partout ou elle s'arreta. Dans
toutes ces villes des ceremonies
tres impressives eurent lieu et des
milliers de gens vinrent rendre
homage a leur heroine nationalle.
Virginia Anderson '30
LA FETE DES CIGOGNES
Les Francais aiment beaucoup
a celebrer les fetes differentes du
printemps. Meme l'arrivee des cig-
ognes est fetee.
Celle-ci est un des premieres
symptomes de printemps. Les en-
f ants des villages sont tres heureux
quand ils voient voler au-dessus
des toits ces grands oiseaux aux
ailes noires et a la queue blanche.
Au moment du retour de la pre-
miere cigogne, de longs cris de joie
s'elevent. Tous les enfants se reas-
semblent sur la place. La, ils tor-
ment un cercle et chantent une
vieille ronde avec laquelle depuis
des siecles on celebre l'arrivee des
A Haslach on aime beaucoup les
cigognes parce que, il y a des sie-
cles, elles ont sauve de famine la
vallee qui a ete devastee de ver-
mine. Ces beaux oiseaux sont ar-
rives comme reponse aux prieres
Les cigognes sont tres fideles et
les habitants croient qu'elles sont
des courriers de bonheur. Pour la
jeune fille qui en rencontre une, —
c'est une prediction de fiancailles.
Dans les villages d'Alsace sur-
tout, on voit ces pittoresques
oiseaux qui nichent sur les toits
comme de grands plumeaux blancs.
Ruth Perrier '30
DES NOUVELLES DE NOS
Dans le derniert numero du "Pil-
grim" on vous a raconte quelque
chose de notre correspondance avec
des eleves en France. Puisque
maintenant beaucoup de jeunes
filles ont recu des lettres de leurs
amies francaises nous desirons
vous en parler.
Les eleves francais vont gener-
alement a l'ecole a 8:30 et y rest-
ent jusqu'a 11:30. Alors ils sort-
ent pour dejeuner, reviennent a
2 :00 et y restent jusqu'a 6 :00. Sans
doute vous etes un peu etonnes de
ces heures si longues et aussi re-
connaissants que vous alliez a l'ecole
en Amerique. Les eleves francaises
ont plus d'etudes que nous. Par ex-
ample, une de nos correspondan-
tes etudie le francais, l'anglais,
l'hollandais, le grec, le latin, et les
mathematiques. Elles Prennent
leur travail tres au serieux et pres-
que toutes preparent des examens
Les jeunes filles ne se livrent pas
aux sports autant que nous, faute
de temps peut-etre. Les sports dont
elles jouissen le plus sont le tennis,
basket-ball, et la natation." Une
seule a dit qu'elle est eclaireuse Les
eclaireuses en France ne sont pas
organises partout, comme ici.
Des lettres sont venues de Paris,
de Rouen, de Versailles, de Mul-
house, de Bruxelles, et d'autres en-
droits. Plusieurs parties de la
France sont ainsi representees et
aussi la Belgique.
Beaucoup de nos amies disent
qu'elles aimeraient visiter l'Ameri-
que, et nous autres, nous aimerions
bien aller dans la belle France,
voir nos amies et admirer les vieux
monuments interessants dont elles
nous ont envoye tant de cartes
Mary Welsh '30
We congratulate you upon hav-
ing such original cuts. They
make a very good introduction
to your different departments.
The jokes were good. The lit-
erature could be improved.
WE SEE OTHERS
Your poetry department could
be enlarged. School news was
written in a very unusual way.
We are always very glad
to receive your neat look-
ing issues. We are also
pleased to see a foreign
department. Where are
your cuts? School news
could be made more in-
MICHAELIAN— N. J.
A Voluminous publica-
tion. We enjoyed the lit-
erature and, having found
it to be of a high order,
were somewhat disap-
pointed with the rest of
the book. Nevertheless,
"El Espanol" was good.
THE SPICE BOX
Your literature showed
in the last issue received.
On the whole, the edito-
rials were good. The "Phil-
lipine's Bid for Indepen-
dence" was very well
written. Your magazine
could be read more easily
if the printing were
changed. Your cartoons
could be made more at-
AS OTHERS SEE US
"The Pilgrim" of Plym-
outh contains a very com-
ical sketch, "From a Sales-
girl's Diary." Also this
issue has a number of
fine poems including "The
Chinese Jar" and "The
New Treasure." The in-
terpretations of "I Cannot
Smile Again Today," arc
all exceptionally good, es-
pecially so is "A Circus
The contrasting colors on
your cover made it very
ittractive. Why not change
the form of your exchange
column from time to time?
We think attention and in-
terest in it can be aroused
in this way.
THE BLUE OWL
A very good magazine.
Your poetry pages are very
good. We should like to
sec more stories in your
paper. You have an in-
telligent cut for exchanges.
"Nonsense" is a very ap-
RED AND BLACK
The Red and Black is always glad to
receive issues of the League's prize-
winner. The spring issue, on a whole,
maintains the standard of previous is-
sues. Your cover was the most original
and attractive we have yet seen. The
editorials as usual were good. Your
poetry was sufficient and very well
written. Are you quite sure that your
foreign departments warrants the time
and trouble spent in preparing them?
Your exchange page certainly proved a
pleasing innovation. A few snapshots
distributed here and there would
brighten your paper.
The Plymouth High baseball
team started its season in a very
discouraging manner, being held
to no hits and no runs by the Rock-
land ace, Darling, who pitched per-
fect balls while his team-mates
found the local pitchers for nine
The potential power of our team
was demonstrated at Middleboro,
when behind the air-tight pitching
of McLean, the boys played sen-
sationally and batted out an eight
to three victory.
The next week the team col-
lapsed, and before it had come out
of its slump, two games were lost
to Hingham by large scores. Al-
though the boys scored enough
runs in these two games to win
three or four contests, Hingham's
heavy sluggers were not to be out-
done, and no Plymouth pitching
could stop the barrage of hits
that rang from the opponents' bats.
In the return game at Rockland,
the Plymouth team was set for re-
venge, and victory seemed certain
when, in the sixth inning, success-
ive hits brought in seven runs to
put our boys in the lead. Even
Darling, Rockland's star hurler
who came in as relief pitcher,
could not stop the hitting streak,
and two of the first three batters
to face him hit safely. Then the
question arose as to Vecchi's right
to score on a passed ball and, as no
agreement could be reached, the
the game was called.
In the last two games a com-
pletely reorganized team out-hitted,
out-smarted, and out-played two
of the best teams in the district.
Heavy hitting, and daring base
running by the Plymouth team,
were the ruination of three Middle-
boro pitchers, with the result that
a fourteen to nine victory was
chalked up by the local team. This
same snappy brand of baseball
trought an eight to six victory to
the home team in the game with
Bridgewater, and at last a wining
combination seems to have been
assembled. Two games still remain
to be played, and victories are ex-
pected by the home team.
(Continued from page 38 I
length of limb have made her
record 4 ft. 4 in., but the pres-
ence of a particular sophomore
is absolutely essential to perfect
Harriett Donlevy :
"Happy" specializes in the hun-
dred yard dash and as anchor
man on the 440 relay. It must be
the stride she has, but a Scotch-
man timing her helps her to
cross the finish line in the lead.
The girls appreciate the help
that Mr. Smith has given them.
He was rather disappointed in the
team at first, but now he has to
admit he feels a little proud of
those girls who helped to win the
All sports are over, now, for the
senior girls, and here are the re-
sults of the track season :
Interclass meet Points
Seniors 21 1/2
May 1 Abington
Plymouth 2 9 1/0
May 22 Hingham
May 31 Brockton
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ON THE CINDERS
Led by Captain Davee, a con-
stant winner in the dashes, the
track team has definitely estab-
lished itself as the champions of
the South Shore.
The only great blot on its record
is the decisive defeat suffered at
the hands of Fairhaven, a much
larger school, that found Plymouth
in low spirits and easy to beat.
Although this was due to poor
representation, Plymouth took only
third place at the indoor meet
held this winter. The defeat was
revenged by a great victory over
Abington, the winning team, in a
dual meet held on the Lincoln
Street playground. The home team
piled up points in the running
events to win by a sixty-eight to
All claims to championship were
upheld when the Plymouth boys
came home from the Brockton
South Shore Inter-Scholastics with
the shield of victory, champions
for the third successive year.
Delmo Enagonio '30
In basketball Plymouth also had
a very strong team, winning all
except three of the scheduled
games; one with Tabor, one with
New Bedford, and another at
North Attleboro. The first two
losses were revenged by stirring
victories when these teams jour-
neyed to Plymouth. At the Brock-
ton Tournament the Plymouth
team played several good games,
being beaten in the final game for
the championship by the narrow
margin of one single point.
Another championship was an-
nexed by the swimming team at
the district meet held this winter
in the Brockton "Y".
The baseball team has been play-
ing a very inconsistent game, los-
ing to weak teams and beating the
stronger ones. At the present
writing it has won the last two
games over the strongest teams in
the district, and a winning combi-
nation seems to have been assem-
Delmo Enagonio '30
Looking back over the year's ac-
complishments in the field of sport,
we find the Plymouth High has
been a power in the athletic con-
tests on the South Shore.
To begin with, the football
championship gained by last year's
team was not only retained, but
retained in a spectacular manner.
In doing this a most remarkable
record was established, a record
of scoring three hundred and eight-
een points while remaining un-
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France with its "Eiffel Tower"
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upon we expressed our desire to
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the boys were very careful of their
Canada was the country of
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All her equipment was in the best
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London, with its "Tower Gate"
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Suddenly we heard a loud ex-
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trudged back to America thorough-
ly exhausted but happy at having
seen all that was possible and at
having made some new friends.
Oh ! for another day like that one !
W. R. Burns, '30.
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